A/N: O'hay. I cannot believe how long this took me, it's not even 2000 words in here. Welp. I'm just going to blame school and my social life(this surprises me too...)
Well, anyway. This is not edited, so yay, it probably sucks. Le sigh.
They didn't talk the next day. Or the day after that. Blaine didn't show up for their weekly coffee date. He didn't answer any of his calls, he didn't text back.
On Tuesday he was feeling nauseous, terrified by the thought of Blaine being repulsed by him, ignoring him or just growing tired of him.
Wednesday had him worried. Was Blaine sick? Maybe his phone died. Yeah, that was probably it. Blaine would be there for their coffee date at the Lima Bean, right? Right.
Except he wasn't. Kurt sat there alone, stupid tears stinging his eyes. He left the Lima Bean in a hurry, his Grande Non Fat Mocca in hand.
The medium drip he had ordered for Blaine was left untouched.
By Friday he was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed; he was fucking furious. Blaine had no right to walk in there, cling onto him and kiss him. Kiss him! He had no right to just leave, ignore him like this. It was Blaine who'd kissed him, not the other way around.
Fucking Blaine and his fucking lips and eyes and so called courage, which he apparently lacked and just fuck his everything.
Fuck.
By Sunday he was a wreck. He was sad, angry, scared, worried, hurt, but most of all he was confused.
He just couldn't understand what he'd done wrong. Was it something he'd said or had he… Kurt just didn't know.
"Hey, Kurt?" Finn's voice sounder weak and somewhat insecure.
Kurt sniffed, held back a sob and then tumbled out of bed, heading towards the door.
"Yeah" he mumbled, not opening, just leaning his forehead against it. He heard Finn shift on the other side.
"… I dunno, you wanna talk? You've been all … mad and stuff all week, and you're my brother, so y'know, I'm here for you and stuff. Unless it's about some guy, then maybe you should see Mercedes or Blaine or someth-"
"I get it" Kurt interrupted, "thanks, Finn, but I'm fine."
He ignored his stepbrother's voice; shut it out completely as he hid under his covers.
He'd love to talk to Blaine, he really would.
And lying there, hiding from the world, was when he decided.
If Blaine ignored him yet another day, he would go to Westerville right after school on Tuesday, find his house and just refuse to leave before Blaine talked to him.
Kurt reached for his phone again and dialled the number.
"Come on, pick up the phone!" he whispered.
Blaine didn't.
Blaine didn't like Italy much. It was too hot, too bright, he didn't understand the language, there was no Kurt, he didn't know anyone, and he didn't want to get to know anyone.
All he wanted was Kurt.
Not a word. Blaine hadn't texted him, called him or in any way contacted him, not for a week. Kurt'd been a wreck at school, constantly dicing into his bag for his phone whenever he thought it buzzed. Whenever he did receive a text, his face would lit up before it would fall again as he read a text from his dad or Mercedes or anyone who wasn't Blaine.
It hurt. A lot. It wasn't supposed to be like this, it wasn't supposed meant to be this painful. Not after his first real kiss ever. His first kiss with Blaine.
Blaine wasn't supposed to act like this. He just wasn't.
Kurt cried on his way home. He was curled up in his seat, with Finn, who'd decided that Kurt was in no position to drive, occasionally glancing at him, worry evident in his eyes.
He didn't say anything, knowing Kurt well enough to know it would do no good.
Finn really was worried, though. It wasn't like Kurt to act like this, he was always so strong. Not even when Karofsky harassed him he acted like he was doing now. Not in public.
He'd though everything was better, after the wedding, and most of all, after Blaine. Finn looked at Kurt again, face red and flushed, eyes puffed, hair out of place, body shaking with violent sobs.
Clearly he'd been wrong.
Kurt stayed in his room all night, sending a text to Blaine every ten minutes. He tried to call too, but he didn't even reach the voice mail this time.
Kurt didn't cry himself to sleep that night, but only because he didn't sleep at all. He barely closed his eyes, and when Burt got downstairs at 6:30 AM, he was already up, making breakfast.
His hair was perfectly coiffed, his eyes were bright and a huge, obviously fake smile was plastered on his face. It was, in Burt's opinion, the scariest way to start ones day with.
«Err, Kurt?» he said, scratching his arm. His son glared him, silently judging him for interrupting his happy behaviour with his foul voice, blaming him for his gloomy mood and for Blaine leaving, for everything, all with a cheerful smile.
«Yes, dad?» he chippered, his voice an octave higher than normal.
Burt didn't know what to do. The look in Kurt's eyes told him, no, begged for him not to say anything, begged for him not to comment on his behaviour, for not to do anything that would send him tumbling down again. So Burt didn't. Instead of doing any of this, he sat down and simply said: «You're up early today.»
Grateful, Kurt nodded and served his dad some fruit. «Yeah, well, I'm really excited. I'm going to Westerville today, so I couldn't stay asleep any longer» he babbled. Burt, who'd been staring sceptically at his bowl of fruit, raised his brows at this. «You're meeting Blaine today? After school, I assume?» Kurt rolled his eyer at him. «Of course, dad. I wouldn't skip school just to see Blaine» he said, knowing Burt saw right through his lies. Burt brummed a little.
They said no more until Kurt left at 7, an hour before he really needed to. «Say hello to Blaine for me, will you?» Kurt froze at the door, holding tight onto the handle in a brief silence.
«... Sure, Dad. I will.» And then he left, with no intensions of going to school.
He spent the two hour long ride to Westerville in utter and complete silence. He'd turned his phone off, knowing that Burt would have Finn spying on his and reporting his behavior all day. He also suspected that the whole Glee Club would try to contact him when he didn't show up for first period. He kept his eyes on the road, barely blinking at all. To b ehonest, he wasn't even sure what he'd actually say to Blaine. Hell, he wasn't entirely sure where the boy lived! He'd only been there once, months ago.
The best thing would probably be to just go find him at Dalton. Kurt smiled a little, remembering how badly he had wanted to transfer after meeting Blaine, Wes and David. Wait a minute. Wes and David! The thought hit him hard, causing him to let go of the steering wheel, and his car to cringe dangerously. «Shit!» he yelled at no one in particular. He stopped the car and grabbed his phone. Idiot, he thought furiously as he typed in PIN-code, why haven't you thought of this before?
Ignoring the amount of unread texts and missed calles, he found the number.
«Hey, wait up!» David shouted, already searching for his phone. Wes groaned and actually stamped his foot. «Just ignore it, we're already running late!» David completely ignored this and made a triumphant sound as he raised the phone to his ear. «It could be Blaine, he promised he'd call» he said excitingly. Wes groaned again, but he didn't argue. He really missed his friend.
«Hey Blaine, you - Oh, sorry, Kurt» Wes' eyes widened.
«Kurt?» he mouthed at David, who nodded in response.
«Mhm, ya', we've got lunch at 12, I guess we could meet you then? Sounds great, Kurt, we - no, there's no problem at all. See you lated then, bye!» David hung up, brows raised.
«Well, that was weird» he said casually.
«Weird, indeed» Wes agreed, «what did he want anyway?»
«He just wanted to talk, I think. He sounded kind of upset.» Wes nodded slowly.
«He's probably feeling a little lost without Blaine, so - FUCK! David, we gotta run!» The two boys ran through the halls, leaving the topic alone.
Kurt waited at the Lima Bean for hours. He had a lot of dead time, and most of the time he was just staring into his cup of coffee. He raised his head everytime the door opened, stupidily enough waiting - or maybe needing - to see Blaine walk in the door. Everytime his gaze wandered back to the coffee.
When Wes and David finally arrived, he smiled widely at them, but none of them missed the empty look in his eyes or the heavy bags under them.
«Hi, Kurt» Wes said softly, sitting down while David raced to the counter.
«Hi there» Kurt replied weakly, still smiling. They didn't utter a single word before David returned with coffee and bagels. The three boys sat in an awkward silence for a while, before David even more awkwardly chatted about the weather for some time. Wes rolled his eyes, before straightening up a little.
«So, Kurt... Uhm, what did you want to talk about?» he asked, only to get a confused look in respond. He cleared his throath and suddently Kurt seemed to realise.
«Oh, sorry, I'm kind of out of it today. Well, uhm, I was just... Blaine. It's Blaine.»
Both Wes and David raised their brows at this. They'd expected some more bully problems, not this. «Errr, okay, well... What about Blaine?» Kurt bit his lip, eyes focused on Wes' fingers on the table. «It's just... He's ignoring me. He's been doing so for over a week, and I just don't know what to do.» His voice was low, almost like a whisper. David looked relieved, he'd expected Kurt to tell him that he was madly in love with Blaine. Or something. «Oh, he hasn't called us yet either, even though he promised to -» Kurt's head snapped up at this, but he didn't interrupt.
«Yeah» Wes said, «I guess he's been too busy, getting settled in and all. Moving all the way to Italy is tough, I suppose.»
Kurt just stared at them, mouth wide open. Now David looked a little worried, but just as he reached out for him, he spoke.
«I-Italy? He moved to Italy?» His voice was shaking now, and he was obviously fighting back tears.
«Uhm, yeah, he left last Sunday night. Didn't you know?»
«No» Kurt whispered, shaking his head, «he didn't tell me. He didn't tell me anything.» He stood up, his back straight, head held high.
«Thanks for telling me, I'm sorry for troubling you. I've gotta go.»
And then he left out of the coffee shop, just like Blaine had left his house, the country and Kurt's life.
A/N: Aaand hi again! I just wanted to tell you that this story is probably going to be in 3 parts - possibly 4, uhm. I have the ending all figured out and stuff.
I also wanted to mention that no, Blaine did not go to Italy because Darren speaks Italian. One of my friends recently moved to Italy, and I got the idea for this story when I thought of her moving. :)
p.s: I am also fleeing the internet. Posting stuff like this is so scary.
